Sophie Lynne Creations

It’s terrifying when Aunt Flo walks in the room; her hair is far too curly and her… Read more: 6:15am

She’d always hated when days held nothing remarkable. Nothing of note, nothing to celebrate or grieve. There… Read more: Too

It mocked me: a pill, half the size of my pinky fingernail. Neon blue, at that. Her… Read more: Licking, Clicking

Chloe plopped down at the sticky cafeteria table, a chorus of lunchboxes unzipping around her. She and… Read more: Peanut Butter Tuesdays

I have always stood still. On escalators at malls or on those human conveyor belts at airports,… Read more: Standing Still

There’s something so inviting about a full café. Cups clinking, mouths moving; I’m obsessed with the scene.… Read more: Café Dwelling